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Less than week later, we would remember the bitter cold of that September night, and…
Less than week later, we would remember the bitter cold of that September night, and…
From time to time, I catch myself. It feels like walking, lost in thought, then…
I confess to Almighty God and to you, Father, that I have sinned. My last…
Everyone has at least one inappropriate friend; the one who replies loudly when you whisper…
Originally published by The Harvard Advocate I was nine years old when Wairimu, seventeen at the time,…
There’s a chunk of my finger in the potato salad. Only because everyone at this…
I was fingered once on my back in front of the maize cobs that waved…
A pictory is a picture and a story speaking of and from each other. That is how…
It is a rare Sunday when the guest preacher doesn’t speak about a seventh heaven.…
Sometimes I find myself reading stories from books, blogs, social media posts, newspapers, poems (not…
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